Nonnie Augustine is the author of two books. Her first poetry collection, One Day Tells its Tale to Another was named by Kirkus Review as a "Best of Indie 2013." Her new book, To See Who's There, published in August, 2017, is a collection of poems and short prose. Both books are available at Amazon.com. There is more information and reviews at http://www.nonnieaugustine.com/.

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Saturday, September 10, 2011

Heart and Souls

The Best

Oh, dogs. Dogs, dogs, dogs, dogs, dogs.

Here she is. There they were.

Riding along, running along, alongside,

At my feet, on their backs, in my lap,

Kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses.

Play, play, play, play, play, oh, play.

Bark, snort, growl, yip, yap, giggle

Brave, yes, ready, always, obey, meh.

Hurray for food, naps, pissing!

Damn all fireworks!

Love, love, love, oh love, love

Dogs…and cats. Of course. Cats.

And

The Lost Elizabeths

Dead, of course. Long dead. The documents tell me who these Elizabeths and Catherines married, and what children they birthed, raised, or lost, but not who they were before they changed their names to his and his. They kept their English, Irish, French, Austrian given names, so often showing up as some version of Catherine or Elizabeth. Kathleen, Katrine, Kate, Kay. Eliza, Elsie, Berta, Birdie. Last night I found a new (old, so old) marriage record and finally, for Catherine Eulalie, there is a surname. Wonderful discovery, that. Eulalie, as she was called, lived twenty years before she married Charles, and maybe I can find out who her parents were, where they came from, where I come from. Maybe these women who contributed their DNA were harridans, but I choose to think of these lost Elizabeths as gentle women and as, certainly, brave women. I’m going to continue to search for them. It feels like I owe them that.